This piece comes from a delightful ongoing experiment among three friends, two women who live in a wild garden and an old man who has lived for a long time, on one of the chance points. The three of us meet on occasion at the wild garden, there are no rules, except for trust, a recognition of kin and a never ending ability for laughter and some mischief. I am the note taker, self appointed.
The trigger for this exchange of words came in part from the label from a rug I bought the other day for $9.99. A handwoven rag rug made in India that reminded me of my mother who cut up t-shirts, pantyhose and garments for re-usage to weave back into similar rugs. The label on this one reads:
100% unknown recycled materials,
soft, durable and handwoven.
We were talking about multiplicities, the impossibilities, one sister’s translation of folk art, the old man’s Deleuze, Claire Colebrook and the Guide for the perplexed, the younger sister’s realities of the full pink moon energies coming up on Scorpion, the palm, the split, the full eclipse on Uranus and Jupiter. The common thread of the weird, lunations, ethereal voyages, us and them, plants, life and death and rational minds.
The rug deconstructed us to fits of disbelief and belly laughter. Back to the unknown and to the unknowable, we had a live alien real sample under our feet:
Speaking of triangles, what about "The Two Women of the Garden and the Old Man from Chance-Point?" Speaking of triangles and of tales from the unknown consider 100% unknown recycled materials that will lead you to clear spiritual bliss. and to every morning, as you wake up at dawn a brand new escape route in invention... not in discovery...
as you watch vultures still in chains death postponed compost averted happily at the edge checking for clues for the better at the checkout line of this virtual supermarket...
i love this!
remember though, always... you cannot buy it; you have to invent it!
a brand new line of fugue.1
Ah well, a newer line of flight or of fugue.
In classical music, a fugue (/fjuːɡ/) is a contrapuntal, polyphonic compositional technique in two or more voices, built on a subject (a musical theme) that is introduced at the beginning in imitation (repetition at different pitches), which recurs frequently throughout the course of the composition. Huh?
Terrifying fugues as taught to us in school, as heard at home in childhood. https://www.classicfm.com/discover-music/instruments/organ/thundering-bach-toccata-berlin-cathedral-terrifying/
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fugue#Further_reading
Another fugue with intriguing Felix Quatari, in his Lines of Flight, maybe lesser known because more direct and so more controversial. I have not read it.
https://www.bloomsbury.com/us/lines-of-flight-9781472507358/
Consider the Portuguese language reference where "a fuga" also signifies the escape. In English, the word has two definitions -
Music
a contrapuntal composition in which a short melody or phrase (the subject) is introduced by one part and successively taken up by others and developed by interweaving the parts.
Psychiatry
a state or period of loss of awareness of one's identity, often coupled with flight from one's usual environment, associated with certain forms of hysteria and epilepsy.!!!!
Then one of my favorite fugues, El cosechero where the lyrics reveal the musical fugue work for the harvest of cotton :
https://www.google.com/search?client=firefox-b-1-d&q=el+cosechero+letra
Delightful!
100% unknown AND recycled. I suppose that speaks for everyone and everything. Can anything be truly known? I'm listening to the Bach fugue as I type. Potent -- and in the right (wrong?) setting, terrifying. But also empowering!